by Minifestival musician Wolfram Maria Schröckenfuchs on November 27, 2017.
for me it was such a great time with all of you at the minifestival and I am deeply grateful for the experiences we had together! Here is my Christmas present for you: Yes, a little bit text to read and a corresponding video. Enjoy! I hope we‘ll meet again at next CI minifestival and I wish you all nice Winter holidays; all the best!
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A Christmas Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, in a land full of high mountains, green Alps and beautiful valleys, there lived a man in a very small village who played organ in the church on every Sunday. Nobody knows exactly when and how and why he came to this place, in fact he wasn‘t born here and most people of the village find him somehow strange, completely not the way they were themselves. Some were sure, in real he must be a woman or something in between … Nevertheless: They ( most of them ) liked the way he was playing music because it often was very expressive and listen to his music they got the feeling, he can express something that has happen in their own lifes, even when it was clear it cannot be this way. So on the one hand they were a little bit frightened by this but on the other hand it was very fascinating and gives the feeling, not to be alone with all that stuff life brings to you during the years. What nobody knows in this village: His talent for being able to express things so intensively in his music does not come from nothing, he had a very special friend who made this available to him, and this was his fairy for the muses, named ’Faymuse‘.
Faymuse was exactly like fairies always are: A little one, somehow filigran but so beautiful, humorous but also deepful in mind, thoughts and speaking. Not all the time the same way. And it was not rare, that you cannot be sure how it is really meant what she is saying but it was always – without any exception – a good, friendly and helpful meaning.
One day Faymuse said to the man:
»It would be nice to have something on my own!«
»Hm, how do you mean this? I cannot understand …«
»Not so complicated, Oldie! All the time I am giving, for example: inspiration. Or skills, in some way. To you.«
»Of course. Therefore you are a muse. My muse – and I am so happy that it is!«
»Yes, I‘m also happy about this! It’s cool! But I receive nothing, that is my own.«
»You receive the music I make!«
»No? I do not understand. You know: It is you who makes my talent and I am and will always be grateful for this. Come on, you know it! So all the compliments I receive from all the people for my music are compliments to you. I keep nothing of that for me, it‘s all to you!«
»Huhu, Superguru! This is not topic we are talking about now! Ok, more serious: I know, it is the way you explained, of course. But I mean: I ’have‘ nothing after all at least. You ’have‘ your music. ’You‘ do the composition, you are playing, you have ’something‘. I never did a composition, I never play, all I have, like inspiration and skills, I give to you and you use them. More or less in a good way! Joke, Oldie! In a good way, clearly! But once I have given to you they are away from me. So I have nothing for my own. Understand now?«
»Not so good, indeed.«
»No, not so.«
»Ok, no real problem. Tell me what you like, I‘ll give it to you. I make a gift, I would like to do it! Just tell me!«
»Yes, of course, tell me!«
»You are sure, I can wish anything I like?”
»Yes, of course, that easy! Do it!«
»Give one single note to me, please.«
»I would like to own a single note of the most beautiful melody you have ever done that was inspired by me. Possible?«
»What should this be, ’own‘ a single note?«
»Just – give it to me.«
»Ok, I make a pause instead of the tone, this is your note and that is it? Not so mu…«
»No. This is it not. Put it out of the composition. Otherwise I do and cannot own it. Every pause is part of the complete composition, I want to have a part of a complete composition, only a single note.«
»So you mean, I have to cut out a single note of a complete composition?«
»Destroy, make it kaputt?«
»No, not destroy. Just put it out of it. And give it to me, that easy, hey!«
»Ok, so you mean: Not playing neither your note nor a pause instead, right?«
»Of course, seriously.«
»You‘re mad. And silly.«
»Maybe. But do you know: If I have a note on my own I can ride on this note to other places, can go to where I want and can bring more different inspirations to you. Cool, isn‘t it?«
»And how can I know you will come back to me for sure?«
Year by year was passing by …
They never talked again about the fairy‘s wish. The fairy was staying all the time with the man, giving more and more inspiration and skills to him and nothing changed. Nothing, that could be seen with eyes. But there was something going on with the man …
And then: It was in a year with a very strong and cold winter, on the 24th of December when the man was on the way to the church for the Christmas mass, he felt that something was very different, something has changed. And he was more than a little bit nervous about this feeling because this Christmas he will play a new little composition for the very first time. A waltz, a melody of which he thought, maybe he knows, it would be and would last as one of the very best of his lifetime. But he thought, when coming into the church, seeing Faymuse sitting on the organ everything will be fine and stress will fly away. But when he came close to the church some people came against his way, telling him that the organ is out of order because of the extremely cold temperatures. But meanwhile they carried the little piano from the near parsonage into the church – so everything could happen quite as normal and they were ready to start.
The man came into the church, was looking around but can‘t see Faymuse, not sitting on the organ, not on the piano and in all other places also not. But he felt she was near. Then he detected a very small paper lying on the piano, there where to place the score-books. On the paper there was a little and somehow strange handwritten notice: »33 – Thanks so much!«
For half a moment he was really shocked and all the talking with Faymuse about her wish came to his mind like a brainstorming hurricane … but after a short time he was so clear in mind he never was for a long time and so it was just easy for him to decode the notice on the paper that Faymuse has left for him:
» In the 3rd bar, the 3rd quater note – this is the note, that Faymuse likes to own. «
So it was now time for the man to make a decision for the premiere performance immediately. He did. And he played the 3rd quater note in the 3rd bar not. Not now, and never later. And now it was clear for him to hear: This melody, maybe his most beautiful ever, became even more beautiful.
This is, what I‘m playing in the video.
… listen conscious when melody starts, especially when it comes to this magic moment in the third bar: 1-2-3 / 1-2-3 / 1-2 / 1-2-3 …